Someone said once in a class that the day would come when we would give thanks for our trials and tribulations.
At the time I was young and new in the church and wasn't sure I believed it.
Now in my later years,I have come to see the truth of the statement.
Things have been very much an emotional rollercoaster lately with the health issues of my husband.
I am a person who wants answers and solutions. I would rather have a known bad to face and deal with than an unknown without any answers or solutions. I don't do well in limbo.
Now looking back, I can see the blessings of the past months. With concerns over his health, I found myself reevaluting day to day things. Things that seemed so important before became trivial.
He and I were able to discuss our fears and concerns and come away with a closeness and appreciation of what we are truly blessed with and that whatever the outcome, we could face it and deal with it together.
He has been the pessimist and I the optimist. There were times when the roles were reversed. At times when I felt pessimistic, he would be the comforter and point out the positive. It was pretty revealing.
Once we finally got some answers and have the assurance that it isn't the worst, it is as though the weight of the world has been lifted. There is a physical difference, a feeling of lightness and relief. You never feel as good as you do after being really sick. Feeling good is so much sweeter.
In reality, after months of limbo and frustrations with doctors and hospitals, I see so many things differently and have gained a better perspective of what is truly important.
Looking back, the blessings far outweigh the trials and I can say I am truly thankful.
